Haha, I haven't had the money to get them, but I got AGoT for my birthday. I can honestly say that it challenges me as a writer, and I've taken some real risks with my second novel. But that's for another thread

A healthy dose of incest?

Just wait till you finally see Victarion Greyjoy, now there's a ferocious man

Tywin's line there is just him disowning Tyrion. If it was true, I think it would actually diminish the relationship that was between Tyrion and Tywin. I find it much more meaningful that Tyrion is more like Tywin than Jaime or Cersei even though Tywin refuses to see it.

Yeah, I definitely don't dig that theory. The Rhaegar/Lyanna/Jon theory, however... Honestly, I actually think it'll be a bit off putting if that doesn't turn out to be true.

The funny story about the show was when David Benioff and Dan Weiss first met with GRRM about making it a show one of the first questions he asked them was, Whose Jon Snow's mother? They got it right and the rest is history. I'm not 100% sure he's Rheagar's but I'm 99.9% sure he's Lyanna's and not Ned's at all. It will be disapointing to me if it doesn't turn out to be true. I'm guessing Bran will be the one to fill him in on it.

The funny story about the show was when David Benioff and Dan Weiss first met with GRRM about making it a show one of the first questions he asked them was, Whose Jon Snow's mother? They got it right and the rest is history. I'm not 100% sure he's Rheagar's but I'm 99.9% sure he's Lyanna's and not Ned's at all. It will be disapointing to me if it doesn't turn out to be true. I'm guessing Bran will be the one to fill him in on it.

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Since he's a tree and all now.

He has to be Lyanna's. I can't see anyway for him not to be. For him to be Ned's or there to be anything else going on there would just seem like GRRM has pulled something random out of his ass.

And then if she's the mother, Rheagar almost certainly has to be the father. It just fits. All the puzzle pieces fall into place.

Grand scope, brutal storytelling. Martin refuses to play to narrative norms and the level of intricate detail within his world will leave you exasperated, bewildered and absolutely infatuated. Sometimes it is tough to keep track of the multiple ebbing stories that meander through the books, but there is an inexorable sense that they are converging towards a crescendo of magnificent proportions.